I Don't Know Exactly

Steady hands, rushing Adrenaline 

Might God, running backward 

Moving on from past 

But my past is a loop of mistakes 

That I'm repeating again 

Maybe I will never come out of mistakes 

I know I'm imperfect but wanted to be a perfectionist 

What am I doing at this stage, I've clarity but I don't have control over anything 

Life never goes we're the ones that create it 

I don't how it is coming out for me...!